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Days passed,
Years of waiting-For someone mightTurn up a day.Like a pomegranateIn the mountains highI had been waiting,Smiling with mouths openAnd my pearls-dropped one by one,One after another,Till the last oneFell down-Last afternoon,This autumn.
I was born
Followed byA very slowcoolingIn those igneous moments.I was born largeA large body,A larger mass,But a little mindAnd a much narrower heartAlbeit little did I knowOf conflicts, collisionsandAbout wars, confrontationsNor ofcollaborations.Millennia of moments passed…There was the Sun in the dayHeating me up,There was the Moon at nightCooling me down.Then there was the downpourHeavily wetting me with,And…
A poet
A rainbow of ErosIn the raining skies of the loversBeyond their horizon of lust,Below their zenith of thirst.And SomeoneWho lets them imagineThe preponing of all seasons of romancesBathing in elixir of passionate loveThat can ever dawn upon their Eastern sky.
ତୁମ ଆଖି, ଓଠ,
ଗୋଲାପୀ ଚିଵୁକ ଧାରେ-କେବେ ଭରିଥିଲଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ ରରଙ୍ଗ ସେ ଆଇନା ରେ ।।ସବୁତକ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନମୋ ଛାତି ତଳରଯେଉଁ ଠାରେ ଲାଖି ଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେ କବରୀସମୟ ଝଡ଼ ରଆଘାତ ରେ ଖୋଲା ଖୋଲା ।।
War is a blurring scratch
Moving ahead with a high pace.
Like a baby away from its mother’s lap
Refused a piece of land…A land of your own-Your Motherland.